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How To Get Away With Murder, Chapter 16

Word Count:  2.4k

Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of murder, instance of gun violence, failed relationships, cheating, implications of sex, manipulation, angst.

A few months had passed since the murder of Wallace Mahoney. Frank was getting discouraged because every day Laurel left voicemails on his phone. It took everything in him not to redial her and say he was sorry. He just missed her. Even though he had Cheyanne, he was only happy half the time.

That's when he really thought about it. If only there were a way that he could have both women. They both seemed to fill the void in him, but only when he was with both of them. Any time he wasn't sleeping with both of them, he felt only partially fixed. Cheyanne knew that. That's why she let him keep going back to her even after he told Laurel that he loved her.

"Chey?"

"Call her," she whispered from the bed they were in. They'd just finished making love, but now that he'd finished all he wanted to do was talk to Laurel, "But be careful. Someone is watching us."

"What?"

"Like you haven't noticed the guy in the corner on the floor above us."

He sat up, "I haven't."

This time Cheyanne sat up, "You really haven't noticed him?"

Frank shook his head, "No way."

"He's a hitman. How come you haven't noticed him? He's been there for five days now. Doesn't come out of his room, just eyes ours up from the curtains."

"You're being paranoid."

"I tapped his phone."

"Cheyanne!"

"Annalise is the one that put him up to it."

"Your mom?"

"She knows Frank. Laurel let it slip when she was drunk that you killed my little brother...how else do you expect her to take it?"

Frank got up from the bed and put his pants on. Then he threw on a basic tee shirt, "We have to go to Coalport now."

"You don't start for another month down there, remember?"

"Yeah, I know. But if someone is following us, we have to move the timeline up. Hell, it's already end of August. I can just tell them the landlord said another apartment opened up so I can start in a week."

"Okay Frank," Cheyanne sighed, pulling on a pair of sweats and a loose fitting shirt. But the second we get to Coalport, we have to make an appointment."

"Deal," he said, kissing her stomach, "You go check out. I'll put the bags in the car and take care of our friend."

"Be careful," she said, pulling his face to her own and kissing him.

"I love you."

"I love you too, you jackass."

Cheyanne walked over to the registration office going underneath the concrete walkway so that their friend wouldn't get any ideas. Frank put their bags in the trunk. That's when he noticed the curtains in the corner room of the second floor move. How did Cheyanne notice but he didn't?

He made his way quickly up the set of stairs and jimmied his way into the room before the man even turned around.

"Annalise what do you want me to do?" the man said calmly through the phone, "Annalise!"

That's when Frank surprised him. He got him into a headlock before the man started fighting back. Frank tried to get behind him so he could cleanly break the man's neck but it didn't work.

"Hang up the phone," Frank growled. He knocked it from the mans grasp and it slammed shut along the corner of the room. The man got in a few good punches before Frank got behind him and snapped his neck.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself as he sat along the base of the bed. An hour had gone by before he went down to the car. Cheyanne looked terrified.

"Oh my god." she whispered.

"I'm fine," he said, "You didn't call the prison did you?"

"No."

"Good. I'm going to take a week to heal up."

"Oh Frank." she sighed.

"When we get to Coalport you can clean me up, okay?"

"No."

"No?"

"I have to clean you up now. If I don't then when we go to stage this guy's body your blood might be at the crime scene."

"We aren't staging his body, Cheyanne!" "Frank, we can't leave a trail of bodies. I already know which car was his. It's the one with the rental car license plate cover. Put his body in the trunk and we'll drive until we hit that one lone stretch of road right outside of town. I'll go to the gas station and get us some gasoline. I'll meet you there. Okay?"

"Chey!"

"Frank, we can't leave the body in the room. Then mom will definitely know we were here!"

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, knowing that she was right. He nodded and led her back to the room. In the bathroom, she cleaned his cuts and put band aids and gauze on them as needed.

"You're going to have to run his car into a tree. Take all the booze from the mini bar and get it in his system. I'll clean up the room."

"Chey?"

"Don't do that, we don't have time for questions."

Frank did what Cheyanne told him, but the whole time, all he could think of was Annalise. She clearly wanted him dead. He understood why. But how did he end up taking away her entire family? He killed her son. Which led to the kids killing Sam, and somehow, the one person she had left, he managed to fall in love with, take on a killing spree, and knock up.

"I'm sorry," he said, after he got the last bottle of booze down his throat. Cheyanne looked up at him from her hands and knees. She was searching the room for the cell phone he dropped. When she found it she got up and went to the bathroom where she rinsed any last traces of blood down the sink, "Chey?"

"I heard you," she said, coming back out into the main room. The two lovers looked at one another before finally Frank made his way over to her. He brushed some of her hair out of her face and looked deep into her hazel eyes.

"I never meant to do any of this to you, Chey, I swear."

"I know Frank." She said, pulling out of his embrace. She made it all the way to the door before she turned around, "Come on, we've gotta kill a dead man." 

Five weeks had passed, and it was October first. Cheyanne was due any day and it made Frank nervous that he was still getting help from her. Just a week ago while they were in Coalport, someone from the Castillo family found their way into the hotel room they were staying in.

The low-level goon that Jorge Castillo sent to 'take care of' Frank didn't realize that Cheyanne was not to be taken lightly. She'd seen the goon watching them for two days before his plan was put to work. He got into the hotel room easily. What he didn't know was that Cheyanne had gotten adjoining rooms. They were entering through one but staying in the other. So, when the goon went in, and Cheyanne heard him, she got out a syringe with a tranquilizer in it. Opening the door, she quietly followed the man, until he reached the bathroom door.

From there she jabbed him quickly with the needle and ducked. The man swung wildly catching Cheyanne in the jaw before he fell to the floor, unconscious.

Frank was livid when came back from work. Cheyanne had him in the bathroom of the room they didn't sleep in. She'd placed an iv in his arm that forced a paralytic cocktail into his veins. He couldn't move.

"That's going to leave a bruise." she whispered, holding a bag of ice to her jaw.

"How could you have done that?" Frank demanded, going between the bathroom and the main part of the room, "What if he had a gun? Or hurt our baby boy?"

"But he didn't."

"He punched you in the jaw!"

"That was because I didn't duck quick enough," she replied, "You try ducking with what feels like a bowling ball strapped to your stomach."

"We aren't arguing about this," he sighed, "What are we going to do with him?"

"He clearly comes from Laurel." she said, gesturing to his look. He was a Hispanic man that wasn't dressed very well and had gang tattoos.

"Chey, don't be like that."

"What, it's okay when your other girlfriend sends a hit out but not when my mom does it?" Cheyanne asked.

"Stop it." he pleaded.

She sighed, and stepped back into the bathroom, "We can tie him up and keep him subdued until we leave, or we can kill him. Since she's your girlfriend, I'll give you the choice, Frank."

"I'm going to tie him up and leave him in the closet. We'll knock him out tomorrow but let him loose after we finish off Bonnie's dad."

"Fine," she sighed, "My back is killing me, I'm going to go lay down.

"I think I'll join you." he said, pushing his luck.

"No fucking way," she responded, pushing him back into the room, "I know what you did to get that girls pass. You reek of sex. I put up with it when you're with Laurel, but not with this girl."

"Baby, she meant nothing."

"I know, but that doesn't matter to me."

The next night 'Kevin' went into work and did his normal janitorial duties. Karen flirted with him and asked if he wanted to 'do it' again. He gave her a smile and said something about maybe when they got off their shifts.

Around 2:30 in the morning he went into the wing where Bonnie's dad was being housed. His lungs were failing, but the surprise Frank had for him would be the best way he could think to send him off.

When he got to the room the man was sleeping peacefully.

How was it that the sick asshole slept in his jail bed so peacefully? His daughter had been scarred for life.

That made him think about Cheyanne. They both decided they wanted to be surprised about the sex of the twins. But what if they were born and they were girls? Sure he would love them unconditionally, but what kind of man would hurt his child, his daughter like that? It made him sick to his stomach as he started at this sickly man.

He smiled when he pulled out the gas and connected his tubing to it. He smiled even more as he explained to the man that the chemical compound was going to be the most painful death he could give him, and yet it wouldn't be enough to make up for what he did to his own daughter.

Something about this death felt so satisfying to Frank. He couldn't even begin to explain the joy he felt as the man flatlined. He turned off the notifiers and plugged the tubing back into the oxygen tank. Then he took his own tank and put it back on his janitorial cart. When he got back to the cart the rest of his night went relatively slow.

It wasn't until 5 a.m. when he was clocking out that the nurses were calling for a doctor. In the rounds they made they noticed that Bonnie's father wasn't breathing.

A week later, Bonnie went out to Coalsport to make funeral arrangements. When she left, she saw Frank standing outside by his car. She hung up on Laurel and walked up to him. Frank was unsure on what to do, but when she hugged him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you," she sighed, "Thank you so much.

Together they drove back to the room.

"I want you to meet someone." he smiled, pulling into the parking lot. 

"She gave birth?"

Frank smiled, "Four days ago."

"Oh my god," Bonnie responded, "How's she doing?"

"I didn't think she could do so well," he said turning the car off, "They came back to the room yesterday. I'm a daddy again, Bonnie."  When they got in, they saw a tiny baby being swaddled and rocked by Cheyanne.

"Bonnie," she said in a shocked tone. She made a 'yikes' face and then mouthed 'I miss you so much'

Frank laughed and walked over, taking the little boy in his arms, allowing Cheyanne to give her a hug.

"Bonnie, I want you to meet our son, Frank Jr," he said, gesturing to the baby in his arms.

Tears welled up in Bonnie's eyes as she looked between Cheyanne and Frank, "Bon, we want you to be his godmother."

"Me?"

Cheyanne nodded, "Yeah. You've always been there for us..."

She nodded and pulled both of them into a hug saying that she would. That's when Cheyanne's cell rang.

"Mom? Is everything alright?"

Eve was calling from the road. She was set to be there in five minutes. Then she was going to take her and Julie back to her house on campus. They hung up and she hugged Bonnie once more before she finished packing.

"Do me a favor?" Cheyanne asked as she put the last of the bags in the car. Bonnie looked to the room for a moment, and then at her.

"Anything."

"I can't be with Frank," she admitted.  There was a pain in her voice as she reflected on her emotions and Bonnie frowned, "Emotionally. After he killed your father, he's been having a lot of nightmares about his own...I don’t think he’s going to stop, Bon…I-I need a clean break, so I have a lead to bolt…and if you do it, by the time you’re done I’ll be close enough to my mom…and I know he won’t come after us…not even for the kids."

"Are you trying to ask me to sleep with Frank?"

"I am not saying to have sex with him or not. I'm asking you to do something that I can't do..." she sighed, looking over at the father of her children. He was making sure the car seat was secure, "Be there for him emotionally, Bon…because we’re just…not connecting anymore.  I think Frankie was the end of us and we both know it…I don't care what you two do. I'm just asking..."

"Would you be mad if we slept together?"

"I wouldn't be mad."

"He's not coming back after he figures himself out"

"I don't know," she admitted.  "and I told him I didn't want to know.  Truth is, by the time he does manage to figure himself out, I’ll have already sold the house, changed our names, and disappeared."

“Holy shit…you’re serious…”

“I’m leaving it all behind, Bon.  Taking the kids and running…before my sins catch up to me.” 

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i didn't do one after season 6 ended so I decided to do one now that s7 is a little over a month away!! season 5 won last time so I'm curious what will win this time lol I added s1-3 because they did have a few moments throughout those seasons!!

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With trembling hands, Lucy reaches up and lifts the crown of flowers off her head. Some of the petals are tangled with her hair, but she doesn’t take her eyes off the Holly-Crowned One as she gently pulls her hair free. “Here,” she rasps. The Holly-Crowned One raises a thin eyebrow at the sight of her offering and they stand, filling Lucy’s gaze with their height. They’re even taller than before, with the very top of Lucy’s head barely reaching their sternum. “Why? Does it displease you?” Their claws gently caress Lucy’s cheek. “No, it pleases me greatly.” Lucy’s cheeks grow warm at their touch. “But in the spirit of the Flower Dance, I wanted you to have it.” A puff of a chuckle escapes the Holly-Crowned One. “How silly of us. I also wanted to honor the Dance, but instead it was I who played the role of the maid to your man.” Something has cracked in the fabric of the world. Cracked pieces have been slotted into space and everything is clearer. The very sky has rent itself open to rain down truth itself. That’s not what happens. The Holly-Crowned One still stands there, claws brushing against pinkened skin, waiting for an answer. But to him, that’s what it feels like.

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Julian: Hello, Mrs. Crumplebottom! What can I do for you? Mrs. Crumplebottom: I am looking for a book! Julian: I can certainly help. Do you have a title or author?

Mrs. Crumplebottom: I don't remember the title…Or the author… Julian: Can you tell me something about the plot? The setting maybe?… Mrs. Crumplebtoom: Ah! The cover was RED!

Julian: Uh...Red? Let's see...Could it be The Red Badgeof Courage? Or perhaps Perma Red? There's also The Red Tent? Maybe The Hunt for Red October?

Mrs. Crumplebottom: No! No! NO! It's none of those! The COVER was red! Do you understand? RED!

Julian: Publishers change books' covers all the time, so that won't help much. Perhaps we can browse through the shelves until you find it?...

Mrs. Crumplebottom: (Huffing) USELESS! I am going to go home and ask the Google. I bet it can find the book I need.

Julian: Sounds like a solid plan. Have a lovely evening and see you tomorrow at the same time, Mrs. Crumplebottom.

Lawrence: Hmm. You aren't Mr. Lam. Where is he?

Julian: Gaah! How did- ... I'm sorry! You startled me! I didn't hear you come in! Mr. Lam isn't here; he hired me to take over the evening shift from now on.

Lawrence: Nevermind. I'm here to pick up my book order. The name is Lawrence St. Germain.

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How To Get Away With Murder, Chapter 13

Word Count:  2k

Warnings: gun violence, angst, mentions of abduction, framing someone, talk of murder, collusion. 

After an eventful night where Conner's boyfriend got kidnapped by that closeted gay kid, we were starting to find our footing.  It was getting dangerous so Eve took Julie back to New York with her.  

"Did you run that DNA sample to the lab?" mom asked me from the fridge. I shook my head.

"Frank had it." She turned to meet my gaze, "mom, I need to talk to you about something."

"We'll get to it later, meet me in my office."

I walked straight into mom's office and closed the doors. From there I could hear her scold Frank for not already having the sample results, and then her shoot down his idea of taking Laurel with him. He'd already talked to me, and I knew she was aware of my pregnancy. She didn't say a word to him during the stakeout. He was going to try and take her with him so he could explain everything, then probably tell her he loved her, and fuck her in his car.

"I can explain." she said walking into the office. She hadn't seen me.

"Don't try to cover for your boyfriend!" my mother said coldly, "I need a new Bonnie and you are going to be her. Can you handle that?"

"What happened to the old one?"

"She's sick. Can you handle that? Or should I ask Miss. Pratt?"

"No, I'm fine. I can handle it."

"Good. Go work with the others."

She turned around and that's when she stopped. She froze in her tracks. Her eyes held an icy glare.

"Is everything okay?" my mother asked.

"No," I said standing, "I need both of you to sit down so I can talk to you."

"This isn't..." Laurel said, trailing off. That is when I turned back to her and looked her in the eyes. For once, I wasn't going to try competing with her.

"No, it does. You're going to be there too. He loves you. I can see that. So please, sit down. I won't talk until both of you are seated. And when I start talking, neither one of you are going to interrupt me until I'm done."

Mom got up, "What is this about?"

I didn't answer her. Instead I pulled up a chair for Laurel and gestured for her to sit down. When she did I pointed to my mom's chair. When they were both seated I pulled out 2 copies of the sonogram and set them on either side of the desk.

"Mom, in January, me and Frank got back together. It was only a one time thing, but it happened. I'm pregnant," I began. I saw the pain in Laurel's eyes as I said that. I looked to my mom, and her jaw was dropped. That is when I turned back to Laurel, "This morning I went back to the O.B and I had her make a copy of the sonogram. Because as much as I didn't want to admit it, you will be part of this child's life, so long as you are in Franks. I won't try to break you two up, because I can see how he looks at you. It's how he looked at me when we were together. I won't try any of that, but I'm woman enough to admit he's not mine. He's yours. But you will respect the fact that he's the father of my children. I want him to be in this childrens life, but I also want you to be in his...because you make him happy."

"Are you done?" Mom asked coldly.

I turned from her back to Laurel. She was looking at me with tears in her eyes, "Do you have anything you want to add?"

She didn't say anything. Instead she got up and hugged me. Tears flowed freely from both of us until I noticed my mom pulled our hug apart.

"Do I get a say in this?"

"Depends on what you are going to say." I said.

Laurel looked at me through puffy eyes. Mom turned around and passed us each a tissue, before curtly pulling us both into her.

"If either one of you hurt Frank, I'll kill you," she laughed. Both of us laughed as well, dabbing away at our tears. She pulled away from us and sat down at her desk, "Does Eve know about this?"

"Mom knew something was off about me...she actually took me to the first appointment," I admitted. Annalise shook her head. I went over to her side, "I wanted to tell you too, mom. It just wasn't the right time."

"In this family is there ever really?" she asked with a laugh. I shook my head, "Alright, the two of you stay in here until your puffy eyes go away then go out and get some work done. Got it?"

We both nodded and waited a few moments until our eyes were dry.

"Thank you," she whispered.  I nodded and we hugged it out.  Then we went out the door to the kitchen to get some coffee.

"I need to talk to Annalise!" Michaela said, coming into the kitchen.

The rest of the day became a blur. Asher and Frank came back and Asher ran straight into the office, "Hey Annalise, come outside?"

"What is this?"

"I just need to talk to you outside really quick."

Mom gave me a sideways glance before her, Frank, Laurel, and myself all went outside. There, Asher explained that he was supposed to testify in a private hearing to put a wire tap on the house, but it never worked. So she must have trojan horsed it by claiming a new discovery. Mom looked at Frank with disgust. Laurel closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. The other night he was so distraught by Laurel walking into seeing the picture that it made him distracted and it caused him to fuck up.

We walked in and started looking for the bug without much avail. After a while Michaela answered the ringing phone and found out that Caleb had tried to negotiate a deal on his own for 30 years, while Catherine served no time at all. While mom, Michaela went to check on the deal, the rest of us stayed and looked for the bug. That's when I pointed to the pen. Asher looked over with his head cocked, then his eyes went wide. Michaela never gave back the pen when the discovery logs were sent to us. He grabbed it and started jumping around before Frank took the pen, separated it, and revealed the bug.

After that we made a plan to run out the clock. Mom had made a statement by the pen, saying Caleb had confessed and that the gun was in a toolbox in the basement. Within an hour, Saint Claire was at the Hapstall mansion with a warrant and a bunch of officers. It was the perfect plan. Once they searched the basement she caught on to what we had done. It was 5:15 which meant the offer expired.

That didn't matter. Catherine ended up turning around and trying to get a secret deal with Saint Clair. That's when I teamed up with Frank.

"Go back to her." I said, speeding towards my place.

"Where are we going?"

"You are going to get the money from the spare room," I began, "We have to bribe her."

"No. I'm not using that money. That's for you and the baby," he said, adamantly, "I told you once we had a family that was gonna be for the kids."

"We don't need all of it."

His jaw clenched, "I'm not going to do it."

I parked the car in the garage and started walking towards the spare bedroom, "she's hard for money. 50 should do it."

"I'm not giving her any of your money," he growled. He went in front of me then pushed me against the wall in the hallway to the bedroom. I lent up and kissed him. He let go of me, "You shouldn't do that."

"I don't care Frank. I'll give her the money if you don't."

"Chey."

"Don't 'Chey' me. You want to get back in mom's good graces. Do it."

He huffed and yanked the bag out of my hand, going into the spare bedroom. I heard the closet door slam open. He filled the bag and we drove it back. He offered her the money and she sped our sample through. Phillip Jessup was not only a match, but he was a product of incest.  

"Frank, what happened...we can't just not talk about it?" Laurel questioned that night. Frank had asked her to come over so he could make dinner for her. But now he was starting to regret it. He didn't want to talk about it with her, "I'm not mad. We had a fight. And what Annalise sai-"

Frank lost it. He started going on about how Annalise wanted to break them apart, but the reason why didn't matter. Sure, she probably was trying to break them apart, but that didn't matter to her. All she could think about was how happy she was from the earlier conversation she had with Cheyanne.

She agreed to back off from seeing Frank and had told her that she wanted her to be happy. Now, as Frank carried her to bed, all she could think of was that her life was finally coming together.

Meanwhile, Wes had made a discovery. Phillip had a painting that Catherine made. She knew of him. At the Hapstall mansion Caleb admitted that he knew where the gun was and had chosen to show Michaela. In the morning, she called Conner and the three of them still agreed on what to do with the gun. They called over everyone else, after Catherine decided she was going to run away. Annalise began to question Caleb and soon he discovered that Catherine and Phillip may have been in collusion with one another.

And yet, Annalise was at the Hapstall mansion with Caleb, Wes, Laurel, Conner, and Michaela. They debated the options they had. That's when Annalise had an idea. They were going to fame Catherine. She hung up with Nate and prayed to herself. Then she called the one guy she knew she could count on. Frank. She knew what he had to do. It was about 8:30 when Asher had his breakdown. Saint Claire and him got into an argument and he ran her over. That's when he called Bonnie. Saint Claire was dead.

At 10 Bonnie pulled up with Saint Claire's body in her trunk. Asher pulled up behind them, not quite sure what to do. The Keating 4 came out to see Asher help pull the body into the main hallway. When Conner tried to leave, Annalise spilled the beans, letting know that they were the ones that killed Sam, not Bonnie.

She then told them the plan. They were going to frame Catherine. Frank and Cheyanne were going to drug her and hide her in the woods close by. Meanwhile they were going to stage the crime scene. Annalise called him to check in.

Conner and Michaela ran out of the house, just as Asher and Bonnie went to throw Saint Claire off the roof. Wes and Laurel tried to stop Conner and Michaela but they all witnessed Saint Claire being thrown off the roof. Asher sensed something was wrong when he came downstairs. They were going to be found out.

After Bonnie left with Asher, Annalise began the last stage of her plan. She made a 911 call that she'd been shot. All that was left was that someone shoot her. She couldn't shoot herself so one by one she started going through the remaining kids. Conner and Michaela ran out. Wes told her that Nate was on his way. That's when she targeted Laurel. They both went to leave, but then Annalise told them.

"Rebecca is dead Wes."

She goaded him into it. She knew that was the chord. He took the gun and raised it. He wasn't going to shoot her in the leg. It was going to be the stomach.

"Christophe." she whispered as she began to bleed out. 

Chapter 14

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hi everyone! super sorry i haven’t posted in a while. school has been crazy and i have the worst case of writers block which has just taken away my ability to think of a good plot.

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No one made this so I did (?

Basically, Clarke(Keats’s friend/mentor) told Keats that his stomach wasn’t feeling well. Keats, (being his nymph-self) demonstrates how the organ works by “being like a brood of callow nestlings (opening his capa cious mouth) yearning and gaping for sustenance.”

This expert is from ‘Recollections of Writers’ 1878 by Charles Cowden Clarke (pg.132) you can read it on archive.org It has a TONE of precious Keats moments…

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